Josh got up with her this morning so I could sleep in, but I woke to her raspy, constricted breathing coming from the front room. I am so sad when she's sick. She's working on getting her second front tooth out--the tip broke through her gums but the rest is still in there--and it's given her a nasty cold and runny nose as her body struggles to grow older. Her nose is so chapped from my wiping away at it, that it's temporarily reddened and she cries out every time I approach her with a tissue. I just feel awful each time.
Growing pains are real, my friends, and they make for one sad baby.
Josh and I gave her a hot bath before her morning nap in the hopes that she'd get warmed up and breathe in some of the nice, warm steam, but it seemed to make her even colder and she's never enjoyed bath time, so she just sobbed the entire time, per her usual.
In the afternoon we took shifts tending to her and cleaning up the apartment. When Josh and I were putting away out laundry, Scarlet grabbed hold of one of my shirts and somehow managed to slip it over her head. She wore it like a fashionable scarf as she toddled around the room until it slid over her shoulders and down to her waist. Then she had to hold it and keep hoisting it over her waist to keep it from slipping entirely off. I laughed so hard watching her hitch the "skirt" back over her waist and stumble around the room. When we finally braved going to Costco after the snow stopped to pick up some bigger diapers. All boxes of diapers are the same price, but with each new size up, we lose out on 10-30 diapers per box. I told Scarlet in the store that she's not allowed to grow anymore because we can't afford her to. She smiled at me.
When Josh picked up the mail tonight, we found we'd received a birthday card for Scarlet from her great-grandmother Wilson. Scarlet's birthday is on the 22nd this month, and this was her first birthday card. We took a picture of her holding the card and the money. As soon as it was in her hand she licked the dollar bill, so I had to snatch it away and try not to gag. So gross. So dirty. So NOT what a sick little girl should be putting in her mouth.
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| The card, she can eat. |
After I changed her into pajamas and fed her the last bottle in the evening, she started to get playful. She's always playful just before bedtime. Some nights when we lose track of the time, we are clued in that it's bedtime by Scarlet's silliness. I wish she were that playful all day long, but she reserves it for when she's trying to convince us to keep her up longer. It has never worked and likely never will because the hours after she sleeps and before we do are precious. Some days I live for those few short hours of selfishness. I usually read a book or watch tv or do something completely wasteful and insignificant. It doesn't matter what I do--all that matters is that I can do it completely uninterrupted. Tonight we watched a clean version of Braveheart until I was too sad and went into the bedroom to surf the web. Man, that movie depresses me.
Anyway, that was our Saturday. It was pretty standard as far as activities go, except that poor Scarlet was sick and probably will be again tomorrow. I wish Scarlet had been feeling healthy and that we'd had amazing plans to do something epic; that would have made for a nice break from the stresses of work. Instead, we did pretty much what we always do on our days off, but I'm feeling pretty content about it just the same. My life is fairly ordinary and I love it more than anything.
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